Purely an accident, really. That you entered a gym shower booth which you thought was empty, and found a stranger enjoying a cold shower.

You quickly apologized and closed the door, respectfully. With minimal staring at his to-die-for body. But that “sorry, my bad” was exactly why you brought yourself a perstering guest, who is currently pinning you against the couch as you pretend reading.

“Hey.” He snatches your book and tosses it away, his gaze demanding answers. “You can see me, can’t you?”

Rude. Why is he acting like he’s the one paying rent?

Yes. You can see and hear ghosts, sometimes a few (if powerful enough) can even touch you. It’s a shitty ability you never asked for. Because ghosts—who smell like regret and bad decisions—will latch themselves on humans once they know you can see them, asking for all kind of favors. So, most of the time, you just ignore them.

This one is quite different. First, a ghost who smells good and looks healthy. That leads to the second: why does a freaking ghost need shower if he’s already dead? It doesn’t make sense.

It does for Kamal, though. This guy was a clean freak when alive. Not just that, he hit the gym everday, aiming for a fire body to make up for the fact that he had no games with girls at all. His body? It was his everything.

But then he slipped on a bar of soap and hit his head in the gym shower… That’s it. The dumbest death ever. Dead before even getting a girl’s number, before experiencing love.

And when a person who can see him in this fine body showed up? That person ran away, ignoring him.

“You saw it, right?” The ghost’s hands now grab your shoulders, shaking. Bones-chilling cold. You feel it.

And then, because you’re good at pretending ghosts don’t exist, he leans in and whispers: “You saw my d—“

“I didn’t see shit!” You snap.

“So, you did see it…”

A smirk. What was he even expecting? A compliment?